Dress to be a celebrity

Now the place near Nine Sides can be called stable.

The captives who had occupied the inner grassland for a long time and often spied on the frontier and looted were expelled from Hetao, and the newly attached Mongolian tribe built a city outside the border as the new border of Dazheng.The grasslands are just like the provinces in the interior, where the ration delivery teams can come and go freely, and the leaders of the attached tribes send people to lead the way, which is much better than the original way of going around the border towns.

It only took them more than ten days to get from Yulin to Lingwu with the clothes and fruits sent by the convoy, which saved a lot of time compared to previous years when they traveled from Ningxia Weiwei, Zhongwei, Jingluwei... all the way along the Dabian Great Wall.

When they arrived in Liangzhou, even the fruits on their carts were not damaged too much. Some of them were old, but most of them were waxed, which made them look brighter and brighter.

There were several baskets of fresh fruits in a cart, all of which were cleaned and waxed by Mr. Song himself, and given to Huan Qianxian.

Although in the Song Dynasty people did not name the people when they delivered the fruits, he didn't have to speak, and even the sergeants who escorted the clothes and military supplies didn't need to speak. Who can guess who these fruits are for?

Several interpreters looked at the fruit and became emotional, and sighed: "In the past, Pan Yue had an allusion of 'throwing fruit to make a car', but today Mr. Huan has this story of making people go a long distance, which is better than Pan Lang back then."

Look at these fresh peaches and yellow apricots, they are so clean that they don't even have a shell. They are not as easy to store as lychees.In the past, Concubine Yang Guifei wanted to eat a fresh lychee, and she had to "ride the world of mortals". It took a lot of time to transport this peach from Shaanxi to Gansu...

They are all embarrassed to ask for it!

Several angels looked at the waxy fresh fruit, salivating bursts of water, drowning Wensi.The upstarts from the grasslands were not as polite as they were, and asked directly: "Maybe we share some of the fruit, my lord? I'll exchange gold and silver toys with you. If not, I still have cattle, sheep, slaves, and horses at home. It's up to you to choose."

Huan Ling was playing with the fruits in his hands, and didn't care about them for a while. He came back to his senses when Tong Shi translated the Mongolian language, and said with a smile: "How can I eat all these fruits? Let's share a share, eat earlier So it won't break."

Don't just eat it for themselves, but also cut a few pieces for the sergeants below. There are rare fresh fruits on the grassland, and everyone moistens their mouths.

Zhao Baihu, who came from Yulinwei to deliver the fruit, hurriedly reminded: "The skin of this fruit has been rubbed with beescomb wax. It is best for adults to peel the skin with a knife, otherwise it will be unclean." They persuaded them to arrange someone to wash and peel the fruit. , and said, "Master Song asked people to choose fruits that are not very ripe. I am afraid that if they are too ripe, they will all rot here. When you eat, you pick them. If some are still young, you can put them in again." A few days."

Huan Ling pondered for a while, frowned slightly as if he was enduring something, and asked Zhao Baihu: "Is this fresh fruit still durable? If it can be kept for a while longer, maybe it can be given as a gift to the Khan of the Tumote tribe." In the king's tent..."

The climate on the grassland is dry, except for a few lakes, there are green grasses, where can we grow trees?These fresh fruits are excellent products in Dazheng Bianguan county and military towns. I am afraid that they can be regarded as rare gifts than gold, silver and jewelry for the Sodo Khan who occupies the Tumed Grassland.

Although he said so, he held Tao'er and was reluctant to let go, with a look of hesitation all over his face.

This is so empathetic.

Sun Langzhong looked at the baskets of fresh fruits that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was not willing to save them for Tumet Khan. Thinking about who sent these fruits, he felt more pity for Huan Ling's spirit of sacrificing for the country. He bowed his hands to him, and persuaded him: "My lord's act of forgetting his home for the sake of the country really admires the officials. If Tumet Khan still has a conscience, he must feel my favor and surrender immediately..."

What if it doesn't drop?

He sits on a huge grassland, and although he is called "Sodo Khan", his power and wealth are no different from that of the Tatar Khan. Can he really be as they think, feel the love of the heavens and ask for submission?

I'm afraid it's good to be willing to discuss peace and business with Da Zheng.

He even took the fresh fruit that Shi Guaner took so much pains to prepare as a gift to persuade him to surrender. If he couldn't get Tumote to submit to him, how could he be worthy of Shi Guaner's kindness... how could he be worthy of his own day and night lighting lamps and cooking oil The hard work of recording the customs of the grassland characters!

Fortunately, the peach in his hand was a crisp peach, and it was sealed with a layer of wax, so he didn't crush it casually.But there were some shallow fingerprints on the peach, and the surrounding skin was torn, and a little peach's unique sweet and moist fragrance emerged from it, and the sweet juice also flowed from his fingertips to his palm.

Huan Ling raised his palm and put the peach juice in his palm, but he was not in a hurry to clean his hands. Instead, he frowned and asked Zhao Baihu first: "Do you know the detailed method of waxing this fruit? What Song Sanyuan system is added to it?" Is there any new medicine for you?"

Zhao Baihu shook his head and said: "I have never seen it before. I just heard that after washing it, a layer of wax was evenly rubbed on it, and then polished smooth. Made for the monks and nuns of local orthodox temples, the fruits are all washed clean, and the beeswax is also good, and no one will take money from it.”

Huan Ling asked earnestly, and the embarrassing fine lines between his brows relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Since we only need to apply some wax to make fresh fruits last for a long time, let's go to the city to buy some fruits, like this." As a wax, give these fresh fruits as gifts to the princes of Tumote."

As for those sent by Mr. Song, after all, it has been a long time. If there are any that are not well preserved, the Tatar princes will see them, and they will think that Da Zheng deliberately despised the other party.

They still eat well on their own.

Everyone listened to his high-spirited speech, and they all nodded in approval. Next, the officer arranged for someone to go to Liangzhou City to buy fresh melons, fruits and beeswax.If there is really no beeswax, fortunately Mr. Song also sent a lot of candles here, so I just use this white white wax to polish a layer, it looks better than yellow wax.

Mr. Huan listened to the arrangement of the subordinates, and he completely went to a heart disease - I don't know how much the official spent on papers to send him a cart of fresh fruits. Interested?

These peaches, apricots, melons and plums were originally given by him to reward the officers and soldiers of Dazheng, but now they are all distributed to the members of the mission, which is what they deserve.But he had already pinched the peach, and since it was inconvenient to give it to others, he untied a dagger from his waist, peeled the skin himself, and tasted it carefully.

Because in the Song Dynasty, people bought peaches that were a little raw. When they were shipped to them, the skins looked red, but they were not sweet enough.But when they traveled around the grassland for a long time, it was rare for them to eat fresh vegetables, and they hadn't tasted fresh fruit for a long time, and they almost couldn't remember what the peaches tasted like.

With this bite, the crisp peach flesh and the sweet juice slid into the mouth, with a slight coolness, which immediately relieved his agitated state of mind.

He took another bite of the smooth and crisp peach flesh, and gradually had some thoughts in his mind.As the amount of fresh peaches in his hand dwindled, the idea seemed to grow up being nourished by the sweet peach juice, and gradually matured in his chest.

After eating the peaches, he dropped the core and looked back at his colleagues:

The envoys also gathered around the basket to pick their favorite fruits.Those who love cleaning can use a knife to peel the skin, and those who are not particular about it can simply rinse it with water. Anyway, the peel is rubbed with beeswax, so people can eat it.Those few baskets of fruit seemed to be a lot, and under the siege of the crowd, they also went to the first floor.Huan Ling made the decision not to keep any more fruit, and removed the skin and core, cut them into small pieces and distributed them to the soldiers to comfort them for the hard work of fighting for months.

Sun Langzhong also advised Mr. Qian Xian to stay a little longer, so that when he misses his relatives in his hometown, he can eat another fruit to relieve his worries.Huan Ling shook his head slightly, just said "no need", turned around and called the deputy commander of Han Zhongwei and other officers, and asked the Shunyi Wang Shizi brothers to come forward and discuss: "This recruitment can be successful but not defeatable. I have some plans. I would like to invite you." The son cooperates."

It is not the first time they have done this kind of thing that persuading capitulation fails to achieve a strong attack. Prince Timur and several princes understood, and took the initiative to ask him for orders: "I will present gifts to Buli Chi Khan, and the army is still waiting outside. Then check his color, and if he has the intention of not surrendering, he will go out of the tent to send a message. My lord will lead the elite soldiers to lie in the grass, and we should cooperate from inside to outside, and smash his king's tent in one fell swoop."

Huan Ling shook his head slightly: "Buli Chihan sits on a grassland thousands of miles away, not those small tribes before, we only lure them to benefit and show them prestige, don't be dazzled by the victories of the past, and have the heart to underestimate the enemy .”

Such a big tribe, the prince alone has to say that there are at least a dozen, and there are Khan's brothers and relatives. Even if the Khan is killed, his children may not be willing to surrender, but they will form a big family for the court. enemy.Their mission is small, and the only purpose now is to persuade Khan himself to surrender or even negotiate a peace, and then slowly regain the hearts of this tribe...

The crowd gathered around the newly transported camouflage uniforms, waxed paper, linoleum and other things that Mr. Song personally gave, gnawed on fresh and sweet fruits, and discussed the details of "persuading surrender".

=========================

This year is destined to be turbulent, and it cannot be passed smoothly.

It was time to run the military rations again. Song Shi returned to Hanzhong from the border and stayed in Huan Yushi's mansion to help the king of Zhou calculate the food, grass and military equipment needed for next year. Then he heard the news of another big victory outside the border.These news were transmitted directly from the border to the king of Zhou, quickly and surely: one is that the Western Expeditionary Army where King Qi was located captured Jinong of Tatar alive; , who want to negotiate peace with the imperial court.

King Zhou was first happy for the victory of his younger brother's army, but Song Shi was full of news about Huan Ling, so excited he threw his pen and stood up, throwing the ledger behind him.

They were coming back from Gansu in the northwest, so wouldn't they have a chance to pass by Yulin?He has to go to Yulin to meet him, in case we can meet again!

Fresh fruit is more delicious than dried fruit, how can a dry letter be compared to a living little brother who can talk, laugh, and... hug him?